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Donated Stories/Poems
Please feel free to donate stories you would like others to read. Include the original author or if you're not sure, put "unknown". Also, include your name so we know who donated and your state and/or Town you live in. Send your donation to: Sue Donated by: Maggie Marquis on 11/1/00 A Teacher's Class He was in the first third grade class I taught Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving - "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!"I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day. One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!" It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk,tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it!! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister." At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves and edgy with one another.I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend." That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much." No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The studends were happy with themselves and one another again. That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip, the weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply says, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, all parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, "Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me." The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said. After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, takinga wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists." That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Author: Peter Unsworth from Calgary Alberta. Canada Thank You Peter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated by:Maggie Marquis on 9/18/00 NAIL IN THE FENCE There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there." A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us." Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated By: Maggie Marquis on 7/27/00 His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day,while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of. "And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. What saved him? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. Someone once said: What goes around comes around. Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated By: Maggie Marquis on 7/22/00 The Apple Tree A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He loved the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow.... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by........the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come play with me," the asked the boy. I am no longer a kid, I don't ' play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money.....but you can pick my apples and sell them. Then you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad... One day the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me" the tree said. I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me? "Sorry but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches off the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was so delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am so sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat? " "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a very long long time. Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy, but I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you...." the tree said". "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on" I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything.....the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied "Good! Old Tree Roots is the best place to lean and rest on." "Come, come sit down with me and rest " The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears...... This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...When we grew up, we left them...only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents. Love your parents, no matter where they are. This Poem Written By: Mike Ellis from Prince Edward Island, Canada. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated By: Maggie Marquis on 7/21/00 Prayers can't be answered - until they are prayed Life without purpose is barren indeed There can't be a harvest unless we plant seed. There can't be attainment unless there is a goal, And man's but a robot unless there's a soul. If we send no ships out, no ships will come in, And unless there's a contest, nobody will win. For games can't be won unless they are played, And prayers can't be answered unless they are prayed. So whatever is wrong with your life today, You'll find a solution if you kneel down and pray; Not just for honours and prestige and wealth, But pray for a purpose to make life worth living, And pray for the Joy of unselfish giving. For great is your gladness and rich your reward, When you make your life's purpose the choice of the LORD. Written by: Helen Steiner Rice ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated By: Maggie Marquis on 6/26/00 FAMILY I ran into a stranger as he passed by. "Oh, excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; We were very polite, this stranger and We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My daughter stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked her down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. She walked away, her little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse. Look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers she brought for you. She picked them herself, pink, yellow and blue. She stood quietly not to spoil the surprise, And you never saw the tears in her eyes." By this time, I felt very small And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by her bed; "Wake up, little girl, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" She smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Daughter, I'm sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." She said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue." Are you aware that: If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the lost for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family - an unwise investment indeed. So what is behind the story? You know what is the full word of family? FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU Written By: Mike Ellis ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated & Written By: 'Maggie Marquis' from Toronto Ontario,Canada on 1/25/00. Thank you Maggie! EVERY DAY LIFE Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they are meant to be there, they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are and who you want to become. You never know who these people might be: your neighbor, child, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger who, when you lock your eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way. And sometimes things happen to you and at the time they seem painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential strength, willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love,, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whether they be events, illness or relationships, life would be a smooth paved straight road to nowhere, safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life and the successes and downfalls you experience create who you are, and even the bad experiences can be learned from, in fact they are probably the poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart….If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them. Make everyday count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again… Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen, let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high…. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself… For if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you either. You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life, and then go out and live it! Author "Maggie Marquis" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated by: Lynn from Miami,FL on 1/26/00...Thanks Lyn! IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES: ~*~ If I knew it would be the last time That I'd see you fall asleep, I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door, I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more. If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day. If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything right. There will always be another day to say our "I love you's," And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?" But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, And today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay." And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today. Author Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here is another beautiful poem donated by: Maggie Marquis on 1/28/00 Thanks Again Maggie!! HAPPINESS We convince ourselves that life will be better after we are married, Have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't Old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that we are frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her life together, when we have a nice car, and are able to go on a nice vacation when we retire. The truth is, there is no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges. It is best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favourite quotes comes from Alfred D. Souza. "He said for a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business. Time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me, that these obstacles were "MY LIFE." This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the Way. So treasure every moment, that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time…and remember that time waits for no one. So stop waiting until you Finish School, until you go Back to School, until you Lose Ten pounds, until you Gain Ten Pounds, until you have Kids, until your kids Leave the House, until you start Work, until you Retire, until you get Married, until you get a Divorce, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new Car or Home, until your Car is paid off, until Spring, until Summer, until Fall, until Winter, until you are off Welfare, until the First or the Fifteenth, until your Song comes on, until you had a Drink, until you've Sobered Up, until you Die. Until you are Born Again to Decide that there is no better time than RIGHT NOW TO BE HAPPY. Happiness is a Journey, not a Destination. Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, And dance like no one is watching. This Poem Written By: Mike Ellis from Prince Edward Island, Canada. Thank you, Mike, for such a beautiful Poem! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated By: Sue Tracy from Ft. Lauderdale,Fl. 1/28/00 Many Thanks to the ’Edgewood Civic Association’ who published this story in our neighborhood’s monthly newsletter The Professor One day, an old professor was hired to give training on time management efficiency to a dozen big shots of big North-American corporations. The lecture was one of the five workshops the trainees had to attend on that very day, so only one hour was allotted to the old professor. Standing in front of the crowd, the prof looked at them one by one, slowly, and then told them: “We will attempt an experience.” From under the table, he pulled a one gallon glass jar (4 litres) that he put on the table. He then took a dozen stones the size of tennis balls from the same place, and gently put them in the jar, until there was no more room for any more stones. Once the jar was full to the edge, the old man slowly raised his eyes to his students and asked: ‘Is this jar full’? They all answered: “Yes”. He waited a few seconds and asked: “Really?” Then he reached under the table once more and pulled out a container filled with small gravel. With care, he poured the gravel on the stones and gently stirred the whole thing. The gravel went between the stones to the bottom of the jar. The prof then raised his eyes to his students and asked again: “Is this jar full?” This time, his brilliant students were starting to understand, and one of them said: “Most likely not.” “Good,” the prof said. He reached under the table once more and pulled out a pot full of sand, which he poured over the glass jar with care. The sand went through the gravel and the stones. Once more, the prof asked: “Is this jar full?” This time, without hesitation, and all at once, the students answered: “No!” “Very good,” the old man said. And like the students expected him to do, the prof pulled a pitcher full of water from under the table, and poured the water over the jar, until it was very full. The old man then raised his eyes to his students and asked, “What truth did this experience demonstrate to us?” The most audacious students of the crowd answer: “This shows us that even when we think our agenda is full, we can still, if we really want to, book more appointments, more things to do.” “No,” replied the old man, “that is not it. The truth of this experience is the following: If you do not put the big stones in the jar first, you will never be able to fit them all in after.” There was a long silence in the classroom, each taking his words into consideration. The old man then told them: “What are the big stones of your life?” Your health? Your family? Your friends? Realize your dreams? Do what you love doing? Learning? Defend a cause? Relax? Taking the time? Or anything else? “What needs to be remembered is the importance of putting one’s BIG stones FIRST in one’s life. If one prioritizes details (gravel and sand), one will fill his life with irrelevant matter and will no longer have enough precious time for the big and important matters (big stones). So do not forget to ask yourself the following question: ‘What are the BIG STONES of your life?’ and then, put those big stones first in your life jar.” With a friendly wave of the hand, the old man saluted the crowd and left the room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story donated by: Maggie Marquis 03/26/00 KIDS LETTERS TO GOD Dear God, Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident? Norma Dear God, Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't you just keep the ones you have now? Jane Dear God, Who draws the lines around the countries? Nan Dear God, I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay? Neil Dear God, Thank you for my baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy. Joyce Dear God, It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about you that people are not supposed to say, but I hope you will not hurt him anyway. Your friend (but I am not going to tell you who I am) Dear God, Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up. Bruce Dear God, If we come back as something, please don't let me be Jennifer Horton, because I hate her. Sarah Dear God, I want to be just like my daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair all over. Sam Dear God, I think about you sometimes, even when I'm not praying. Elliott Dear God, bet it is very hard for you to love all the people in the world. There are only four people in our family and I can never do it. Nan Dear God, Of all the people who worked for you, I like Noah and David the best. Rob Dear God, My brothers told me about being born, but it doesn't sound right. They are just kidding, aren't they? Marsha Dear God, If you watch me in church Sunday, I'll show you my new shoes. Mickey Dear God, We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school, we learned that you did it. So I bet he stole your idea. Sincerely, Donna Dear God, I do not think anybody could be a better God. Well, I just want you to know that I am not just saying this because you are God already. Charles Dear God, I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on Tuesday. That was cool! Eugene Dear God, Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother. Larry Author: Sandy Minister from: Kingston, Ontario. CANADA. Thank you so much, Sandy, for writing this! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Donated By: Lynn, From: Miami Florida 3/27/00 Thanks Lynn! To: YOU Date: TODAY From: THE BOSS Subject: Yourself Reference: LIFE I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help. If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. It will be addressed in My time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it. If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege. Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years. Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children. Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine. Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity. Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be them!!!! Should you decide to send this to a friend; You might brighten someone's day! Authour: Unknown ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To read more Stories like these, Click below http://www.mcfeth.com/miracles/faith.htm This is a site that has inspirational stories and poems. We are trying to make the web a more pleasant experience. Thank you Maggie, for sending me this link! Want to add a story or poem to this web site? Send them to sjtracy@hotmail.com Let's let the rest of the world read 'Beauty'! 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